Rise through the Ranks

[Grave_Guardian]

“Never. The battle has started and it won’t stop until one of use, you, is dead.” Grave called back as he cast a small lighting spell and blew apart a group of Knights.
“You learn fast of your powers don’t you? You should have waited to challenge me, you have not yet realized your full powering that form. Still it is no match for Necromancer magic.” The Necromancer called with a laugh. “All I need is a couple seconds peace to show you my full power.” Grave thought to himself. Grave brought his sword around and plunged it threw the head of the closest Knight to him. He knew he could not fight forever. As long as the Necromancer was there he would continue to raise Knights. Grave was getting tiered but fought on with horse. His horse however was getting very tiered. It was staggering around barley able to keep up with Graves orders. Grave brought them around for another charge. They were almost to the other side of the room when his horse tripped over a Knights skull. The horse when reeling into the wall while Grave went the other way. The Knights stopped moving, Grave looked around to see his sword was lying beyond them by his horse, witch was not moving. Grave went with his left arm to grab his magic book but didn’t feel anything. He looked down and to his horror it was gone, the small wound had broken threw on impact. Grave got to his feet when he remembered the Necromancer was not in front of him.
“You are without your horse and sword. If had given in before you may have lived but the fight has gone on long enough, this must be finished now.” Came the voice of the Necromancer.
Grave looked around still not seeing him. He searched his mind for something, anything that could help him. Then like a flash thought that one forgets before they can remember, he brought his right arm up, hit a small switch on his amour and a serrated blade came from it. He started to run at the Knights and they responded by running at him. He carved a path threw the Knights to get back to his sword. When he could see it right in front of him he dove, blade pointed out. He grabbed the hilt tuned and cut down two more Knights. The others back off slightly, be controlled by the thoughts of their master. Grave went to his horse, he bent down, and found that it was dead….. again. He turned back to the Knights enraged.
“You have killed my horse and now will feel the wrath of a true Deathven.” He yelled. He pulled out his book and started the chant again. All the time ignoring the slashing he was receiving from the Knights who were now on the attack again.
“May the storm of the Undead veil my enemies in darkness. You have forsaken me and now you will PAY.” Grave screamed as loud as he could, with eyes glowing blood red. Outside the Mines a small storm was beginning to brew. The clouds were darker then normal, swirling into themselves again and again making themselves even bigger and darker. A small crackle of lightning came from them. It was no normal lightning. Instead of being light it was the purest of black. Back in the mines Grave could feel the power of the storm through him, he was waiting for the time to unleash it. The Necromancer looked worried, how could a simple Deathven gain so much power? He turned to let his Knights take the fall, but when he turned, he made the careless mistake of looking back at Grave. Grave saw him and knew it was time to finish it. “Gespenst.”